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Riley Aventine (amulius) wrote,

Riley looked up at Tao with baleful eyes and then turned his head away and trotted through the open doorway. The residence looked a little different from the shorter dog's eye view, but Riley was used to making such adjustments on the fly. He found the office easily, discovering his clothes still in a rumpled pile on the floor. He bowed his head and pushed them into a smaller pile beside Tao's desk, and then took them up in his jaws. He made a circle, only pausing briefly to take a sniff of the bag of body parts he had so carelessly left on the floor, and then exited the office.

The human male seemed unsurprised by the yellow dog that padded past him with a pile of clothing in its mouth, instead he directed the dog to the room where he could take a shower in an ambivalent sort of manner.

Riley dropped his clothes on the bathroom floor, closed the door behind him and turned the shower on. He leaned in to the sink and gripped its sides tightly, staring at himself in the mirror. He felt a mixture of excitement, anger, and nausea, staring at his reflection until the mirror fogged with steam. He turned and entered the shower, letting the hot water sear his skin. He had turned it up hot enough to hurt, but he didn't care. After a while it became almost dulling to his senses. He began to scrub at his skin, his hair, in almost a manic fashion, scrubbing and scrubbing with his palms, his fingers, his nails. When his movements became so erratic that he felt a sharp sting as the water hit a newly opened cut on his leg, he stopped, and leaned his back against the wall, just watching as the water and the steam poured over his body. Finally, he reached out and twisted the knob violently to the other side and let out a yelp as the cold water hit him like a brick wall.

He pulled a towel off of a rack and dried himself a little, and then shook himself, spraying water over the walls of the room. He dressed once his skin was dried sufficiently, doing the buttons up the front of his plaid shirt. He had left his shoes in the office, there was no point in wearing them when he knew that when he walked out in the forest he needed to have that connection. He stepped out of the bathroom, feeling fresh and clean and aching just a little bit. He raised a hand and rubbed the back of his neck as he walked back up the hallway and returned to the office.